Madam’s Identities Shocks the Entire City Again

Just in time.

The shopping guide said: "Sir, you have come out to try on clothes."

Qiao Nian looked up and saw a man with broad shoulders and a narrow waist, wearing the shirt she chose. He was half-rolling his cufflinks. His fingers were slender and white, and his joints were clearly defined like works of art.

The whole person is arrogant and outgoing.

"How is it?" Ye Wangchuan looked at her.

Qiao Nian was stunned for a moment. She sat there elegantly and looked up and down. She rested her chin on her hand and nodded with certainty: "It looks good!"

Next, Ye Wangchuan tried on the seven or eight clothes Qiao Nian picked for him one by one.

He himself is a walking clothes hanger.

Qiao Nian has a sharp eye, and every piece of clothing he picks is particularly suitable for him. Each has its own style, but it all suits him.

Ye Wangchuan changed his clothes and came out, handing the seven or eight pieces of clothes he had tried on to the shopping guide: "Wrap them all up for me."

Then he took out his wallet, pulled out a black card and handed it over: "Swipe this card, password 253418."

"Okay, okay." The shopping guide took it over with surprise and said hurriedly: "Guest, please wait a moment, I will pack it right away."

The price of a piece of clothing here is in the five figures.

Slightly more expensive clothes cost over six figures.

There are many customers who come here to buy clothes, and those who buy seven or eight pieces in one go without batting an eye are considered a minority.

Because usually this type of customers have new season clothes delivered directly to their homes by their brand every time, and the shopping guide doesn’t know what kind of luck he had today to encounter such customers coming to shop.

In addition to their salary, they also receive commissions.

Guests like Qiao Nian and Ye Wangchuan were something they could only hope for.

The shopping guide packed the clothes they bought and handed the shopping bags to the young man. He also reminded him thoughtfully: "Sir, if it is not convenient for you to take it, you only need to give us your address and we can deliver it to you." Go home."

Ye Wangchuan carried the shopping bag extremely patiently and walked to that stop to create a scene of his own: "No, I'll take it myself."

The shopping guide immediately fell silent: "Okay."

He turned around and called the girl: "Let's go shopping for what you want to buy."

Qiao Nian raised her hand from behind and pulled down her peaked cap. After walking out of the store, she paused for a moment and couldn't help but say: "Just now..."

She just started talking.

His hand was held by someone and wrapped firmly in his pocket.

Ye Wangchuan naturally held her hand, feeling extremely happy: "Does Qiao Shen really think that I am a softie?"

"Ahem." Qiao Nian choked.

Ye Wangchuan used his other hand to calm her down patiently. He waited for the girl to calm down before taking back his hand: "I don't have much money, but I still have money for dates."

He held Qiao Nian's hand again: "Let's go, I'll pay for today."

…

M continent.

Nie Qingru’s residence.

The black Lincoln drove into the manor and parked steadily outside the castle-like building.

The servant trotted over and opened the rear door, carefully guarding the height of the car frame, fearing that the people inside would hit their heads.

Nie Qingru got out of the car. The wide brim of her hat covered her aging face, but could not block her aggressive aura.

None of the servants dared to raise their head to peek at her.

She entered in a hurry, took off her gloves, and threw them on the ground.

Immediately, a servant would see it, pick it up with small steps, wash it, put it away, and send it back to her cloakroom.

Nie Qingru didn't pay attention to these trivial matters. He walked to the large antique leather sofa where he usually liked to sit, took a bottle of wine, and asked the servant to bring glasses and ice cubes.